Devil

Chapter 19

Kim Jongin. Those two words made your heart melt. He was the sweetest and cutest boy you've ever met. He was kind, smart, funny, handsome... He was perfect and you were so in love with him. He was everything you were looking for in a boy... You couldn't believe there was a time you thought he was the devil. He used to be so mean to you... But now all the love songs were about him. The few days that went by since you "officially" became boyfriend and girlfriend were perfect. You knew you had to tell him that you didn't really break up with Kyungsoo eventually but you just couldn't right now. Jongin was acting like the cute little puppy he was and you knew that it could break his heart. You didn't like the idea of lying to him but you couldn't think about anything else. You would break up with Kyungsoo soon and Jongin would never know that you were dating both of them at the same time. As much as you felt guilty for not telling Jongin yet, you also felt in peace with yourself because your heart belonged to Jongin; you weren't cheating on him.

You woke up to the image of a peaceful Jongin sleeping beside you. Gosh, he was so handsome. You stroked his hair delicately, trying not to wake him up. You were both lying down on Jongin's bed. He was shirtless; his sweatpants loose-fitting as you were in your underwear. You couldn't help but blush a little at the memory of the previous night. You went to Jongin's house to watch a movie. You were cuddling with you as you watch the movie when you began to make out. It would have been a normal thing if it wasn't because you went further. Your strokes and kisses became more demanding and aggressive and things heated up. You were sure you were going to do 'that' but Jongin suddenly stopped. He was blushing and out of breath. You had never seen him that nervous; he was literally shaking. You never thought that you'd be the calm one. Your heart was racing but it wasn't because you were nervous, it was because of the excitement for what it was about to come. Maybe it was because you trusted him so much and you had so assimilated that he was going to be your first that you didn't have any doubt. To tell the truth, if he wouldn't have stopped you, you would have gone all the time. You liked the way your body and your mind felt with him. You were ready; you felt ready. It was weird because everybody saw Jongin as a womanizer when he was the opposite. He was sweet and caring and much innocent than people could think. He was probably too shy to do anything, ou would have to take the first step; you had to plan it carefully. People could say that planning that moment was a sign that you weren't ready but they were wrong. The first time can't be rushed or unexpected. You had to plan it to be mentally and physically ready for that moment. Planning it didn't mean to make it less natural and romantic. Actually, it was the other way. You could decide how you wanted it to be.

Jongin mumbled something before his eyes opened slowly.

"Hey, baby", you said softly as you continued stroking his hair.

"Hey, baby girl", he replied softly with that perfect beautiful smile of his plastered in his face. A shiver ran through your spine. You didn't like pet names. You only liked him to call you sweetpea because it was what he used to call you when you were younger but baby girl was... You didn't know how to describe it but you wanted to melt and throw yourself at him at the same time every time he said it. He caused you to have many mixed feelings.

"Did you sleep well?", he asked as he leaned his face until it was inches from yours and caressed your arm softly.

"Uh-huh", you replied as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled him closer and met your lips with his in a short yet sweet kiss.

"Are you hungry?", he asked softly. You nodded. "Ok, I'll make you breakfast", he replied as he kissed your forehead before he left. His breakfast turned to be a burnt toast and chocolate milk with more sugar than necessary but you ate it gladly anyway.

"I have to go out and do something. You can go home or stay here if you want", he smiled.

You decided to stay at Jongin's hose for a while longer and loaf around a little. After a while, you finally got out of the bed. You didn't feel like wearing the tight jeans and top you were wearing the previous night, so you just opened Jongin's wardrobe and took some shorts and a t-shirt. You loved Jongin's clothes. They smelled like him and he didn't seem to care you wearing them. When you were about to close the wardrobe something called your attention. It was a simple cardboard box but it had your name written on it. You took and it and sat on the bed before you opened it. Your eyes widened when you saw what was inside. There were lots of pictures of you and Jongin, letters you wrote to him, little gifts you gave him, and something that seemed like a book. A diary. You bit your bottom lip anxiously. You knew it was private and you didn't have to read it but you were so curious. Maybe just a quick look... Your eyes scanned the pages; it was dated a year after your fight. You breathed deeply before you read.